Gossip never goes away, no matter where you are in life.
Newspapers, of course, need both news and fanfare. A blending of gossip and truth.
All problems, though appearing outside of you, must be resolved within YOU.
A gossip spread a rumor, and became notorious from the deed. The gossip then started a fire beyond their control, and when it spread, the gossip spread the word around, but people just ran away. The gossip died in the fire they started, longing for warmth they could not find or keep when they did....
A writer is like a gossiper who reveal secrets in a professional way.
Uvijek svi znaju za nesreću i zlo, samo dobro ostaje skriveno.
It drains the bars and cafes after hours, concentrates the wicked and the guilty along its chipped Formica counter, and thrums with the gossip of criminals, policemen, shtarkers,and schlemiels, whores and night owls … three or four floaters, solitaries, and drunks between benders lean against the sparkly resin counter, sucking the tea from their shtekelehs...
No one gossips about other people’s secret virtues.
That woman could spread gossip faster than the flu in a whorehouse.
society is unconcerned with the aftermath of sensation.
Mud Slinging is so much fun,when you do it to others. But remember the day someone else does the same to you,youll realise how bad the mud in your mouth tastes. Think twice before you go around ruining the reputation of others. Because what goes around comes around for sure.
Latchkey! I mean . . . I want to talk to you . . .’He fell silent, glancing behind him and shifting from foot to foot, his waterproof trousers rattling like the bulls’ bladders that boys use to learn swimming. Sterlingov angrily spat out his cigarette.’Well? What about?”A . . . about a secret matter...
I never gossip. I observe. And then relay my observations to practically everyone.
Gossip’s like jam; it don’t bear fruit if you don’t spread it.
Oh! I know what I wanted to tell you – you’ll never guess who Thomas is chasing after now…”Hmmm, never guess or can’t be bothered to guess – it was a hard call. I yawned again, glancing at the bed, which was inviting me to clamber back inside and pull the sheet over my head....
It was uncertain. She was in her early forties. Breast cancer. No one could identify exactly how everyone had come to know this fact. Was it a fact? Some people called it rumor. But in fact there was no such thing as rumor. There was fact, and there was what did not come up in...
People you’ve known, seemingly forever, may claim to have love for you, but when gossip’s tainted tongue whips you – they don’t show enough love to weigh your history against false witness. Be that as it may, press forward as the dust settles. Your purpose is much bigger than their paltriness.
Many a man’s tongue shakes out his master’s undoing.
I feel like ‘Gossip Girl’ isn’t really ‘Gossip Girl’ anymore when they’re away at school because they don’t go to NYU; they go to, like, Yale and Brown. New York City is just as much a character as anyone else in the books, and I was really sort of reluctant to show them off in...
Learn to love your haters, they are a wonderful source of inspiration.